Tired or just losing touch Is this what happens when you know too much? Always catching up on sleep I stay awake trying to name the feeling When I was young and out of place Misunderstood for giving them a taste It always felt like my last stand I wish I could have understood back then That you will become what you run from You will become what you run from Oh, seven states in seven days Sleeping in parking lots just off the freeways But every night is on a stage I wish I could tell that kid to be amazed 'Cause you will become what you run from What you run from will become you You will become what you run from You will become what you run from What you run from will become you You will become what you run from If you want the other door Keep your eyes up When the veil gets torn You might have to start a war Put your back up And face the storm If you want the other door Keep your eyes up When the veil gets torn You might have to start a war Put your back up And face the storm Or you will become what you run from What you run from will become you You will become what you run from You will become what you run from What you run from will become you You will become what you run from